Bridge

There was a last-minute drop in space at a yoga session up at the West End; I stopped in Stockbridge on the way to off-load another huge pile of books at Oxfam. The Dean Gardens were looking even better than a couple of weeks back and there was a fine scent of woodsmoke from a gardeners fire. I heard a chiffchaff - first one of the year, with a call so bl**ding obvious that even I can identify it!

Interesting to compare this view from the Dean Bridge with one taken in high summer when Hygenia's temple and the little bridge are nowhere to be seen.